It's the old mid-semester phase again, replete with the regular medley of seemingly random events that escape undiscerning eyes, forming labyrinthine webs that are dictated, if a little injudiciously, by the overbearing hands of karma and kismet.
All sure to make sense in the end, no doubt. The scriptwriter upstairs, with his penchant for the neat ending, sees to that.
In other news, women students have now been accorded permission to enter the men's hostel, and vice versa. Whether this means that the powers-that-be are unconsciously echoing the much vaunted sexual revolution touted to be sweeping the country, or are merely demonstrating their (often questioned) sound mental health, is, of course , debatable.
The one certainty of this turn of events, I suppose, is that the chances of me stumbling upon couples coochie-cooing in ostensible privacy have taken a nosedive. Make no mistake about it, my campus is a voyeur's dream, and I have never been shy of cashing in, shameless pervert that I am.
1)The library
How about the air-conditioned reading hall? Always empty, of course. You like it hot and grimy? Please proceed into the magazine section. You want a great view too? Yes, I know just the place. You'd prefer the little cubicles, perfect for two? The ones with the green chairs ? No? You find pink sexier ? This way please.
Oh, you do know that nobody uses the toilets on the fifth floor, don't you? And did i forget to mention the elevator? Passe, you think ? Yes, I agree. Bad music, too.
2)The temple
"Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. That's relativity."
Ah well, you can't blame Einstein for never sitting with a pretty girl in a temple. Places of worship, if nothing else, freeze time. You can, quite simply, go on and on and on. And where better to consummate a relationship than right before the watching eyes of providence ?
What nobody cares about, of course, is what the venerable goddess Durga thinks of it all. Divine interference can meddle with the theory of relativity, but is powerless in the face of animal passion.
Albert, eat your heart out.
3) The stadium
Football pitch sized, floodlit with lights off. Proximity to the girls hostel. Deer grazing by the side. Starry, starry nights. Need I say more?
This list, incidentally, is much longer.
Yes, I know. I am a sick, sick boy.
Friday, March 24, 2006
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- melon collie
- a recluse waiting for salvation
8 comments:
coochie coochie-ing.
eheh.
And where IS this campus? *whips out notebook and pen*
And, er, I do not mean to generalise/categorise/label of course, but are you quite sure you're a techie? You don't read like one...
didnt know teh smashing pumpkins had an album called melon collie. guess thats where you picked it up from.
heard 1979? its my song of teh week.
rimi,
that of course begs the question, what do i read like ?
and where is this campus? not too far, not too far.
d-p,
yea, mellon collie and the infinite sadness - one of my favourite albums.
1979 is great, and it has one of the few videos i have ever liked.
they're over, they're over!!
natalie:
hehe, i kinda figured you'd come up with something like that :)
sidrah,
yep that they are!
:)
(please note that the smile is a general smile of acknowledgment-it is not in any way whatsoever meant to encourage your sick humour.)
duly noted!
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